Post by Candy Akiyama on Nov 24, 2015 22:44:40 GMT -5
Coming down into the bar, Candy thought maybe she should head back up to her room or explore a little more to update her inventory notes for tomorrow's lists. The tense and morose atmosphere she felt settle in around upon her return from upstairs gave her pause, but she still found one familiar, friendly face she would rather be near than to take another tour of the upper floors by her lonesome. She smiled, glad to see Aron still down here.
Before she could take a step toward Aron and the bar, she was briefly distracted as two men were sent out about some commotion outside. One of them was a strange and armed new man. With all the talk of Acer going around, and the wounded man they just let in, this heavily armed looking man was disturbing. Glancing back to the gathering, it seemed like he had listened well enough to Angel, who had helped her settle in to the hotel a couple weeks ago. It was weird she had never seen this man before, but he didn't appear to be the cause of any consternation. Her own curiosity to see what Victor and Luca were up to, had her follow them to the door.
Candy also wanted to see what the fuss was about outside, so she stopped and peeped out from the door. She had a rather eerie non-reaction when faced with the grisly, beheaded corpse of the poor woman left on their doorstep. The little girl even looked mildly disappointed that all this fuss was about yet another bloody, mutilated corpse. One fifth of her life had been spent with bloody, mutilated corpses, both ambulatory and not, as an ordinary and ubiquitous part of everyday existence. No small wonder then, she shrugged the sight off, and resumed her way back toward Aron.
Just steps away from the door, her thoughts were focused back on who trustworthy around here. Half way to Aron, the bullets hit the building outside. Gunfire so close was one thing growing up in the post-apocalypse could not jade her to. She instinctively dropped low, and covered her head with her arms, heart ready to leap out of her throat. One of the broken windows rained down over her back and head. Smaller shards bounced harmlessly off her back thanks to her sweatshirt. Her hands and arms didn't fare as well with her sleeves rolled up. Though her head was protected, her hands and both her normal forearm and burn-scarred forearm were covered in minor cuts. A couple larger bits of broken glass may have embedded themselves in the fleshier sides of her forearms.
Before she could take a step toward Aron and the bar, she was briefly distracted as two men were sent out about some commotion outside. One of them was a strange and armed new man. With all the talk of Acer going around, and the wounded man they just let in, this heavily armed looking man was disturbing. Glancing back to the gathering, it seemed like he had listened well enough to Angel, who had helped her settle in to the hotel a couple weeks ago. It was weird she had never seen this man before, but he didn't appear to be the cause of any consternation. Her own curiosity to see what Victor and Luca were up to, had her follow them to the door.
Candy also wanted to see what the fuss was about outside, so she stopped and peeped out from the door. She had a rather eerie non-reaction when faced with the grisly, beheaded corpse of the poor woman left on their doorstep. The little girl even looked mildly disappointed that all this fuss was about yet another bloody, mutilated corpse. One fifth of her life had been spent with bloody, mutilated corpses, both ambulatory and not, as an ordinary and ubiquitous part of everyday existence. No small wonder then, she shrugged the sight off, and resumed her way back toward Aron.
Just steps away from the door, her thoughts were focused back on who trustworthy around here. Half way to Aron, the bullets hit the building outside. Gunfire so close was one thing growing up in the post-apocalypse could not jade her to. She instinctively dropped low, and covered her head with her arms, heart ready to leap out of her throat. One of the broken windows rained down over her back and head. Smaller shards bounced harmlessly off her back thanks to her sweatshirt. Her hands and arms didn't fare as well with her sleeves rolled up. Though her head was protected, her hands and both her normal forearm and burn-scarred forearm were covered in minor cuts. A couple larger bits of broken glass may have embedded themselves in the fleshier sides of her forearms.